Series: Master of the City #11
Genre(s): All Books, BBW, M/F, Paranormal, Shape-shifters
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Born a non-shifter in an ailing pack, Cyan has gone from nothing to the Lady of the City, her mate at her side and a beautiful baby daughter. When the court is infiltrated by an old enemy, she must make a choice between her life and that of her daughter…
He almost lost her once, and it’s not happening again. Ever.
Veyr has always known that the role of Master of the City doesn’t come with a retirement plan, not when the only way to become master is to challenge the previous holder of the title. But when an asshole ex-alpha kidnaps his mate and threatens his daughter, Veyr’s not fighting for anything as irrelevant as a title…
He’s fighting for the only thing that matters: His family. And he’ll save them, even if it costs him his life.
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“My lady,” he addressed his mate directly as the band struck up a waltz. “Would you do me the honor of this dance?”
Cyan smiled, her full lips curving upward in welcome as she slid her hand onto his offered arm. “I thought you’d never ask, although… we’ll have to be careful.”
“Oh?” he asked as he led her out onto the dance floor. The swish of her silken skirts matched the movement of her dark hair as it fell in a cascade of curls down her back. He turned her lightly before pulling her into his arms. She fit there perfectly. “Why?”
“Weeeell,” she flicked him a teasing look from under her lashes. “Rumor has it the Master of the City will be here tonight, but I haven’t seen him yet…”
He bit back his smile. As always, he’d muted his appearance, pulling the cloak of humanity over his features and hiding the power of his wolf within. He pulled her closer to whisper in her ear. “I’d heard that too, but since he’s not here and I am, I figure that makes you all mine. Wouldn’t you say?”
Her breathing caught, the little half-hitch and the softening of her body against his telling him she agreed. They moved together in perfect harmony. To an onlooker, their dance would have appeared respectable. They knew better though, tension swirling between them.
Awareness arched and tightened, building with each turn and spin as he held her against him that little bit tighter than he needed to. His gaze caught hers, the corner of his lips quirking as he spotted the flush across her cheeks when she looked away. Her fingers curled around his upper arm, her back arching a little more as she pressed herself against him.
The second glance from under her lashes broke the leash on his control. Dark and full of promise, it drew a growl from his throat unbidden. Abruptly, he changed direction, eliciting a tiny squeak from his tempting little partner as she’d expected him to follow the flow of the dance and go the other way. Easily he lifted her as she stumbled just a little on the steps and urged her out onto the balcony instead.
“Inside,” he half-growled, half-ordered the guard standing outside. “Make sure no one comes out.”
“Yessir,” the man murmured, disappearing back inside in the blink of an eye, the door closing behind him.
“Veyr! What are you up to?” she gasped in delight, her body soft and yielding as he walked her backward until her hips were against the low stone wall that surrounded this, the smaller and more private of the two balconies off the main ballroom.
“You know exactly what I’m up to,” he breathed, nosing her chin up so he could run his lips down the sensitive skin of her throat. She moaned, tilting her head back to give him better access. She was so responsive, so in tune with him she knew exactly what he wanted, what he needed, before he did.
Almost as if she had read his mind, she pulled him closer, the fingers of one hand spearing through the short hair at the nape of his neck to hold him to her. He groaned, teeth grazing the soft skin as he kissed his way down to the curve of her shoulder.